This is Feeling is real.
written by Ĵαмɛƨ Sнαω
Some bad things happen in life but together you will get through it. These quotes go inside the head of those struggling. Read to know how they feel and to stop joking about how people are 'looking for attention' because their not.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
2
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414
Struggles
Chapter 1
She stopped looking both ways across the street. She stopped buckling her seat belt. She stopped counting how many pills she took. She wasn't trying to die just didn't care if she lived.
When I die don't come to my grave and sit there for hours telling me how much you love and miss my because those are the things I wanted to hear when I could still hear.
I guess I'm just TIRED. TIRED of being b**** behind my back. TIRED of being laughed at. TRIED of being made fun of. TIRED of feeling ugly. TIRED of being ignored. TIRED of being unloved. TIRED of no one caring. TIRED of pretending I'm okay when all I want to do is curl up and die.
My thoughts have destroyed me more than blades ever could.
It hurts knowing you tried your best and it still wasn't good enough.
you feel like you're bothering people by being alive.
Suicide is the role you write for yourself. You inhabit it and you enact it. All carefully staged--where they will find you and how they will find you. But one performance only
A person who commits suicide due to some other person or people that is not classified as suicide that's murder.
Why didn't he tell us he was depressed?
He told you. He told you when he started hiding in is room. He told you when he said something always scratches and it bleeds most of the time. He told you when he said he wasn't hungry and started pinning down the cloths you bought for him. He told you when he stopped doing his works, when he never went to school, he did when he locked himself in the bedroom at night. He told you when you noticed the pills missing and he said he wakes up with headaches. He told you when he said he couldn't sleep and the pills were his remedy. He told you after coming out of the shower after an hour with red eyes. He told you. The thing about depression it that it's quiet. It isn't loud and the reason you didn't hear it is because you weren't really listening.
People don't end their life because they want to end their life, they want to end their pain.
Pain of being judged and bullied and hated and ignored and hating yourself. They want to end the pain.
Getting a cut is horrible but then again...so am I
"Why did you kill yourself?"
"You told me to be happy."
I can fake a smile any day any time.
Little do you know that one your best friend says their 'okay' their sitting on their one rocking back and fourth with death in their mind, tears streaming down their faces and the only thing that keeps them here...is you.
There comes a time where you don't care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not you're just sick of the tunnel.
Seeing some one slowly lose interest in you is the one of the worst feelings ever.
I'm told to stay strong and fight but I don't understand...I already lost.
Understand that they don't know why these thoughts came to their heads.
When I die don't come to my grave and sit there for hours telling me how much you love and miss my because those are the things I wanted to hear when I could still hear.
I guess I'm just TIRED. TIRED of being b**** behind my back. TIRED of being laughed at. TRIED of being made fun of. TIRED of feeling ugly. TIRED of being ignored. TIRED of being unloved. TIRED of no one caring. TIRED of pretending I'm okay when all I want to do is curl up and die.
My thoughts have destroyed me more than blades ever could.
It hurts knowing you tried your best and it still wasn't good enough.
you feel like you're bothering people by being alive.
Suicide is the role you write for yourself. You inhabit it and you enact it. All carefully staged--where they will find you and how they will find you. But one performance only
A person who commits suicide due to some other person or people that is not classified as suicide that's murder.
Why didn't he tell us he was depressed?
He told you. He told you when he started hiding in is room. He told you when he said something always scratches and it bleeds most of the time. He told you when he said he wasn't hungry and started pinning down the cloths you bought for him. He told you when he stopped doing his works, when he never went to school, he did when he locked himself in the bedroom at night. He told you when you noticed the pills missing and he said he wakes up with headaches. He told you when he said he couldn't sleep and the pills were his remedy. He told you after coming out of the shower after an hour with red eyes. He told you. The thing about depression it that it's quiet. It isn't loud and the reason you didn't hear it is because you weren't really listening.
People don't end their life because they want to end their life, they want to end their pain.
Pain of being judged and bullied and hated and ignored and hating yourself. They want to end the pain.
Getting a cut is horrible but then again...so am I
"Why did you kill yourself?"
"You told me to be happy."
I can fake a smile any day any time.
Little do you know that one your best friend says their 'okay' their sitting on their one rocking back and fourth with death in their mind, tears streaming down their faces and the only thing that keeps them here...is you.
There comes a time where you don't care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not you're just sick of the tunnel.
Seeing some one slowly lose interest in you is the one of the worst feelings ever.
I'm told to stay strong and fight but I don't understand...I already lost.
Understand that they don't know why these thoughts came to their heads.
